Chapter 69 - Are You Waiting For My Sweetheart To Die From The Pain? (2/2)

Pei Zhen was in too much pain to pay any attention to Fu Sichen. Pei Pei’s paws were still clutching at his head, and after hesitating for a bit, Fu Sichen forcefully pried them away.

Is everything okay?

The swelling was so massive that the fur couldn’t hide it.

All the best doctors in Dong Hai city’s number one hospital gathered in the VIP ward. But it wasn’t because of a death in the room.

It was because of a cat.

A cat that was foolish to the point of hitting its own head.

“B-Best Actor Fu.” The lead doctor was sweating like crazy. “I-it’s like this… We are here to treat patients.”

And shouldn’t cats be treated by vets?!

Fu Sichen looked at the cat in his arms. He saw that the cat’s eyes were bloodshot and it caused his heart to ache. But when meeting with the doctors, he wore his usual cold expression, saying, “Humans and animals are equal.”

What he meant was that since they were treating human beings, they should similarly treat animals.

“It’s not like that, Best Actor Fu.” It was rare for the doctors to encounter such a stubborn VIP, and they weren’t prepared to respond. “It’s not that we don’t want to do treatment, but animals are different from humans.”

“Huh.” Fu Sichen didn’t want to hear the lead doctor’s explanation and gave a cold laugh. “Mediocre doctors.”

All of them fell silent.

People often said that celebrities were mild and courteous on the surface but liked to push their weight around. However, the top-rated doctors didn’t expect that the particular Best Actor in front of them didn’t throw his weight around; he was just a little unintelligent.

“Coming, Coming.” The Head Nurse’s voice finally broke the awkward silence. “The vet is coming.”

The vet was a middle-aged man who had never attended to a night call. He was panting as he walked up. Looking at the room full of doctors, he was a little stunned.

W-what sort of complex treatment was this, to require the presence of so many doctors?

“What are you staring blankly for?” A deep, cold voice sounded out. The man carrying the cat was dashing as a Greek god. “Are you waiting for my sweetheart to die from the pain?”